A woman's love is like the morning dew. It's just as likely to settle on a horse turd as a rose.

Leaving Cheyenne (1963).

"It's really quite simple. Mr. Isinglass robbed my father, destroyed my mother, exiled my brothers, and ruined me. If I catch him asleep I'll kill him. I do hope you like this pudding. I had to ride quite a way to find the plums."